An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they had surpassed

this though to the very end

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some people didn't listen and get their face

peers, the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the

no one brought

must be confident of their tolerance level. I mean, look

because we're stronger, obviously."

Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so there was really no chance for them

them went out and said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they could treat Miasma Poisoning if it ever

it was doubtful that they would share their

make some money." Sherlock

to enter Dungeons, especially if it was

way, they could sell their goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their

would have no choice but to buy those items—whether it

their lives

those behind us. It should be the opposite, don't you

echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze

he held his briefcase like a traveling businessman, and he

he had remained quiet for most of the

Until now.

one thing." Jet glanced left and

stared ahead, at the

If we don't focus on the task at

attached to

dying in Dungeons, just as there were circumstances where weaklings were

or weak, perished

was something that had to be cut off as soon as one

unknown creatures that lurked in the

them, just as they could not understand the nature of